Almost Brave Lyrics

Swingin' Utters Almost Brave

good intentions shattered by conventions traditionalized and bland with boredom searched over and feared of hatred is the cursed habit of the hardest working man I'll take a drink to this and a drink to that and a good smoke to clear my head
I'm not a criminal
I'm at times quite honest
I'm not some scrawny knave
I'd say I'm almost brave
punching in is punching out of courage doing what you're told and holding back your dreams for an awful, dead-end burden
denial is the loyal vice of the hardest working man I'll fight 'em down to bits and f..ck their dirty tricks and I'll always finish last